Her favorite fruit.

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Her love for bananas, pure and sweet,
Like morning sun in golden heat,
Each curve a promise, soft and bright,
Her fingers trace with pure delight.

She peels them slow, in quiet grace,
A smile spreads across her face,
The fruit, so tender, ripe with charm,
Held like treasure in her palm.

Its golden flesh, a lover’s kiss,
A moment full of simple bliss,
With every bite, her heart does sing,
Of nature’s gift, her soul’s soft spring.

Oh, the joy that bananas bring,
A love as sweet as early spring,
In every bite, she finds her way,
To savor life's small joys each day.